dead end

And there you sit - contemplating a word, the other one wrote that you read, that they - had the courage to throw into the ring the choice to take one’s own; many times that thought arrived in your own time, it came and went turned around it came and went lingering cajoling ever present what then? the world abruptly left, those behind falling into ruins never to be peaced back together again. fullstop. all for a dead end. what a waste those full stops are, when saved to crown an eye; freedom; the choice always given, is always yours to take, never theirs - but what a waste those full stops are, when saved to crown an eye Candide Diderot. ‘24